Gave Malenius two days to prepare, and on the morning of the third day, two auxiliaries? After a feast, the legions took their equipment and food and headed north south of the Rhine, as designated by Theodosius II.

Looking at such a huge team slowly walking out of Visantio, Luga stood on the city wall without saying a word, not even having any sad expression on his face. The envoy from the Eastern Empire standing beside him didn't know what to say for a while, and in order to conform to such a scene, the envoy deliberately wore a white coat with a silver-gray cuirass, and a helmet with two white feathers on his head. He was side by side with Luga, and he was also silent, and he didn't know if he would have any effect on Luga by doing so, it didn't matter, anyway, he was only responsible for Augustus.

"Why, is he already confident that he can defeat an enemy who is several times his own with half the strength of his army?" Arecio looked at Luga's back, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, "Could it be that at such a long distance, what is Luga afraid of even if he refuses Theodosius II's order?" He couldn't guess what Luga's mind was about to define the crusade, but Arecio was desperate to regain the Belgian Gaul he had commanded in front of him, even if it had been destroyed to the point of ruin. Now he alone can't accomplish such a great cause, so he chooses to believe in Luga, who once robbed him of the most likely chance to turn over, because he feels a very strong energy in that Luga, at least Luga is willing to contribute to the recovery of the Roman land.

"At least there is hope." Arecio let out a long sigh and said to himself, but he couldn't bear it.

"I think Caesar will be very happy, because Your Excellency has chosen to fully support his decision." More than two hours had passed until the last hundred-man team walked out of the walls of Visantio. The messenger kneaded his aching knees and ankles, and breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that the journey was not easy, but it was complete.

"Thank you!"

These were the first words spoken to Luga after two hours of silence on the walls, so concise and to the point, without the slightest emotion.

"Actually, you don't have to be formal." The envoy's cold thanks were exchanged for the same cold reply, and Luga turned his back to him and continued: "They are all soldiers of the empire, and they should have absolutely obeyed Augustus's orders, after all, Augustus's orders are the highest law!" All that was left to the messenger was his back, and Luga didn't even look back at him.

For such a seemingly rude move, the envoy didn't mind, I'm afraid that because of the disparity in status, Lu Jia put on an official stand, and the envoy could only curse in his heart, and he couldn't talk too much on the surface. Although Luga's actions were really rude, they did not cause too many obstacles to the envoy, such as making excuses for refusing to carry it out, and Lujia did not say a word about the envoy's orders from beginning to end. This is enough to prove that Luga has a very high level of consciousness in the face of orders, which makes the comforting words that the messenger who is skilled at oratory and persuasion have put together with great difficulty are completely useless at this time.

"That's it, that's it!"

The envoy thought to himself, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, anyway, his mission was completed, and the rest was no longer his own business, so naturally he didn't need to worry too much. Looking back, the first thing the messenger saw was that the piercing eyes were staring at him. This surprised the envoy a little, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that this was Arecio, who had rebelled against him in the Doge's Palace a few days ago!

The envoy did not know the details of Arecio, but judging from the resentment on Arecio's face, Arecio had a deep prejudice against him, and it seemed that the envoy's arrival broke their original plan and harmed Arecio's interests. The messenger tried to ignore such an uncomfortable gaze, but the sixth sense of being stared at always tickled the heart. Making people feel uncomfortable is a taboo for nobles to get along with, but Arecio doesn't care about the comparison.

"Who's this bastard?" The messenger thought to himself, and walked past him with a nonchalant expression as he stared ahead. He had heard that because there were so many barbarians in the Roman aristocracy, that Arecio was undeniably a barbarized aristocracy, such rudeness might seem irrelevant to them. Well, maybe this is a polite selection of Luga from this group of nobles?

"It's better than those barbarians who smell of disgusting shallots all over their bodies!" The messenger thought this in his heart, and gradually he was relieved.

Seeing the messenger go away, Arecio couldn't bear the silence any longer, he jumped up and grabbed Luga's shoulder and asked loudly, "Luga, what now?" ”

"As usual!" Luga said without hesitation: "We are still doing business as usual. ”

"But so many soldiers are gone!"

"Don't we still have siege engines!" Luga smiled at Arecio and said, "As long as the siege engines are still there, of course we have hope of defeating the enemy. ”

"But......" Arecio tried to say something, but Luga stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Nothing!" Luga continued, "It doesn't matter how big it is to defeat the enemy or the size of the army, you just need to know that we are more trained than them, and it proves that we are stronger than them!" ”

Such confident words made Arecio speechless for a while, he didn't know what to say to prove how great the impact of the missing half of the people would be, and Luga was like Beniface in front of him, stubborn and self-serving.

"That's just 10,000 people, and I don't want you to die too embarrassingly after leaving this province!" Arecio snorted, turned and walked down the wall without looking back, leaving only Luga and Sebastianus.

"Luga." Sebastianus asked Luga: "Do you have any feasible way to deal with the current situation, you must know that it is not a trivial matter to take away the strength of two legions and twenty field regiments in this way." You see if we need to postpone the offensive, at least to get them back, or to retrain the army, of course, with all the difficulties. ”

"No, no, no, old fellow." Luga shook his head at Sebastianus and said, "Although we only have 10,000 people in our hands now, but under the premise that Bagorda is now divided, they are naturally not as powerful as us, even without these two auxiliary legions, we can still defeat them, especially to take Augusta Treville." ”

"Hmph, good luck!" Such an ambitious plan unsurprisingly gave a red light here in Sebastianus. Sebastianus snorted, turned and followed Arecio's steps downstairs.